I couldn't agree with you more about chickens having a spirit. It is sickening to be at a conference dinner with hundreds of people sitting down to eat half a bird. Living in GA, I see the trucks loaded with these poor creatures often. I don't object to others eating them. It's just the way we treat them as a commodity/object that has no feelings or function other than to fill our stomachs. Living with chickens and turkeys as well as cats and dogs I know they are individuals with feelings.
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I ordered a couple dozen Dominique hatching eggs from Nantahala Farm and hatched Ross August 20 2014.
Ross was a different chicken from the start. He wanted to be cuddled and petted all the time. Didn’t know what sex he was because his legs were black & yellow striped. He went to my cousin’s farm with all the rest when they were old enough. My cousin named him and they were taking him in the house to watch TV with them. They convinced me to bring him home and make him a house chicken because he was special. He sleeps on the sofa back or right beside me. But usually spends the night on his perch without the diaper. He loves Townhouse crackers and gets all excited when he hears the bag crackle. He goes everywhere with me wearing his polka-dot diaper. We just went to see Dover Doug the groundhog make his prediction.
He sits on my shoulder at the drive-through and I fight him for my burger as I drive. He ate a whole slice of pizza during the Super Bowl and washed it down with ½ pint of beer. He gets talkative when he’s drunk. Just crowed for the first time that Sunday.
Never thought I would have chickens let alone a house chicken. It’s been a learning experience, he dreams & talks in his sleep. The same Holy Spirit that inhabits humans lives in this chicken and I can’t help but believe that keeping 6 billion of them in cages till we eat them at 6 months harms that Holy Spirit.
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